Page 19 of Sharing Shadow Secrets
You sure about that? Talk of turning one’s brain off is sexual. No?
She’s not wrong.
Brandon
I’ll stop distracting you from celebrating with your friends. I need to try to get to sleep, and these texts are not helping. Goodnight.
13
Morgan, Gwen, and I clink our cocktail glasses, celebrating this new business owning chapter for me at our local corner dive bar. It’s less than one hundred steps from our apartment, and we have a rule that we only wear yoga pants to this bar for max comfort. I also don’t think they’ve updated their pricing in years. It’s hilariously cheap.
While I’m celebrating, I’m also reeling about these last couple of texts from Brandon.
I slide my phone across the wood bar toward my roommates. I know I’m being rude being on my phone, but Brandon and I were flirting hard.
Morgan picks it up, and her eyes go wide. “This escalated quickly. A kiss emoji! He’s in love.”
“What did you wear to the barbecue?” Gwen asks.
“The dress we got at that boutique in Wicker Park.”
“Oh you looked hot at the barbecue. He probably saw your rack and was likegoddamn.”
I giggle before Morgan says, “It was her ass. Not her tits. Guys aren’t really into tits anymore.” Her bluntness is an acquired taste that I am very fond of. “Ever since the advent of Instagram, they’re all ass guys now.”
“I will never have an ass, no matter how many squats I do.” Gwen sighs.
“Isn’t your roster like five guys deep?” Morgan challenges. “Your flat ass is doing just fine.”
Gwen playfully shrugs. My roommates and I are the best and worst influences on each other.
“I haven’t heard about your roster in a while,” Gwen says, staring right at me.
“I fired all of them so no roster at the present moment.”
I was just so fucking bored with them.
“Billionaire Brandon bought us dinner. He’s on the roster,” Morgan says, tapping her glass into mine.
“Don’t you have to sleep with the guy before he’s on the roster?”
The girls both tilt their heads.
“Yes,” Gwen says.
“No,” Morgan says.
They start debating, but I’m daydreaming about seeing Brandon Dubois.
Wednesday, July 23rd
Brandon
Here.
It’s seven thirty. So prompt. I check myself out in the full-length mirror in my room. A sundress is the right idea fortonight. Straightening my hair was a choice I rarely make, but it helped get all of my nervous energy out because I’m really excited to see Brandon.
I have no idea what we’re doing, and honestly, that’s fun. I’ve been cranking away on my business, building my own website, creating my service packages, and establishing a social media presence. I need to practice what I preach, so my socials need to be perfection.
